Hunter looked at the floor. There was small pieces of broken glass near him. It was from a small frame, that held a picture of Shawn and himself in DX gear. He held it up to eyes length and whisphered Shawn's name. He rubbed his temples. He begged, he pleaded, he prayed he was overreacting about this.

He sat on one the the benches in his lockerroom. He got his bag from the floor and started to dig around in it. He pulled out this laptop. "I should talk to Mark," he said to himself. Talking to him always seemed to get his mind off of things. Mark was not like what the fans saw, Mark was not that dark-looking, or intimidating as he was in the ring as the Phenom. He was actually a good friend of Hunter's.

He propped the laptop open and signed on to his MSN. Sure enough in a chatroom, he saw the screennames: DarkxLordxTaker and JericHomie. At least now he could talk to them about his problem.

Hxtoxthexthird has signed in.
Hxtoxthexthird has been added to the coversation.
DarkLordTaker: Heya Paulie.
Hxtoxthexthird:dont call me that mark.
DarkLordTaker:okay, HUNT, but please tell that tard chris to stop talking about that time on the turkey farm.
Hxtoxthexthird: I remember, that turkey followed you and you ran way criyng like a bitch? :D
DarkLordTaker: WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN? that damn thing scared me. those beady eyes where trying to steal my soul. AND I DID NOT CRY. so speaking of bitches, whats shawn up too?
Hxtoxthexthird: idk but he aint doing good.
JericHomie: well after tonite he would be doing great either. i will be #1 contender!
Hxtoxthexthird: Jerichomie? more liek jericHOMO.
DarkLordTaker: lmao!
JericHomie: joke all you want. but i will beat orton layfield and his boy toy latter on tonight.
Hxtoxthexthird:DONT YOU DARE CAN SHAWWNY A BOYTOY! do you even know who youre talking about Y2Jerkoff? >:[
JericHomie:...lolwhut? Shawnny?
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Hunter froze. He didn't mean to let that slip. He could feel his face warm up by the second. Knowing Chris and Mark, they will not stop reminding him about that slipup.
~
DarkLordTaker: *does rockys eyebrow*
Hxtoxthexthird: shut up the both of you. I dont want to hear it.
JericHomie:whutever but in 15 minutes, imma beat SHAWNNY and everyone else. see ya.
JericHomie has signed off
DarkLordTaker: So whats wrong Hunter?
DarkLordTaker has been disconnected
DarkLordTaker has been reconnected
DarkLordTaker has been added to the conversation
Hxtoxthexthird: What the hell happened?
DarkLordTaker: sry, connection problems. idk whats wrong
DarkLordTaker has been disconnected
~
Hunter facepalmed himself. There was no way he could talk to Mark with his connection. He signed off and got his cell phone. He had Mark on speed dial and called him. Mark picked up.

"Oh, hey buddy! why ya sign out?" Mark asked.
"Oh, I don't know, maybe your connection sucks!" Hunter yelled through the phone.
"My bad, my bad, so what's this problem you got?"
"Its about Shawn," Hunter said. "H-he's working for JBL now. And I'm worried."
"Why do you care so much the Hunter?"
"I-I-I just do okay?" Hunter stuttered. " It doesn't sit right in my stomach. I have a bad feeling about this."
"..." Mark chuckled.
"Whats so funny?" Hunter demanded to know the answer.
"Truthfully or you want me to lie and make you feel better?" Mark replied saracastically.
"Honestly, what the hell is so funny?!" Hunter snapped.
He was getting annoyed. Here he was, trying to talk to Mark about Shawn's sitution abe Mark was not taking him seriously at all. At least if he showed some general concern for Shawn and his problem he wouldn't be so angry.

Mark was still laughing. "I'm serious, what is so funny?!" Hunter shouted through the phone.
"Why so-"Mark began.
"I swear, if you say another Dark Knight joke, I will come over to whereever you are, and slap the eyeliner off your face", Hunter threatened. He could have swore he heard, 'serious?' from the other end of the line.
"Why so violent? Can't a person laugh at something?"
"Quit stalling. I'm really starting to get pissed off with you."
"Alright, if you must know, I just think its funny that you care for Shawn that much."
"WHAT'S SO FUNNY ABOUT GIVING A DAMN IF THEY HAVE A PROBLEM OR NOT?!" Hunter yelled.
"Pau-Hunt, you act like you are the only one. There are plenty of people that are worried, like his fans-"
"His fans aren't going to help him."
"Oh, so you can?"
"I can try. None of those fans will ever love Shawn like I do."
Hunter waited for a response. But he just heard more laughter.
"Oh, my god, you actually said it. I KNEW IT! I KNEW IT! I find it funny that you obviously have the hots for the HeartBreak Kid!"
"W-what do you mean?" Hunter stuttered.
"Aw, c'mon. Still can't see it? Your little nickname for Shawn, I mean, Shawnny? Or, you gushing over the matches he wins or you constant worrying about him now," Hunter knew he was right. Hif face got redder with each thing Mark said.
"No...No I don't," Hunter quickly denied.
"Sounds like someone's in denial," Mark said it a singy-songy voice.
"Dammit Mark, go to hell. Let me ask you again, aren't you a little worried about him working for Layfield?"
"Maybe, Maybe not. But he's a fighter. He can take care of himself."
"I know that, but I would have thought he would not try to work fot a snake like Jibble. You know, the least he could have done was ask me for help or something."
"Maybe he could have asked you for help. Or maybe he didn't want your help."
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY THAT?!"